There'll come a time when all of us must leave hereThen nothing sister Mary can doWill keep me here with youAs nothing in this life that I've been tryingCould equal or surpass the art of dyingDo you believe me?

There'll come a time when all your hopes are fadingWhen things that seemed so very plainBecome an awful painSearching for the truth among the lyingAnd answered when you've learned the art of dying

But you're still with meBut if you want itThen you must find itBut when you have itThere'll be no need for it

There'll come a time when most of us return hereBrought back by our desire to beA perfect entityLiving through a million years of cryingUntil you've realized the Art of DyingDo you believe me?